Tales of Myth and Legend

 

Part 4 – Woodland Encounter Part 1

 

By Richard C.H. Davies

 

Warning this story contains: Giantess witch, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, Shrunken Women, giantess, kidnap, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase, hard vore, human to animal transformation, handheld, taunting

 

The wind ruffled the dark feathers across the wings which were spread out as wide as they could.

 

Aqualisha circled from thermal to thermal as she felt her way through the spiralling rising heat beneath the white fluffy clouds.

 

She enjoyed the wind rushing across her beak and eyes and down her neck and body. She felt young and free and healthy again.

 

For years she had been trapped in bird form, cursed by her own incredible skills of transformation. Now, thank you to Ember and Sir Arthur, she was free to change form at her own will. That once again made being in avian form an enjoyable experience; because it was her choice.

 

She spent hours and hours enjoying flying, bouncing between thermals and being buffeted by the wind; as she collected her bearings and her thoughts.

 

She dived into action occasionally to dive bomb and snap at a little field mouse or two; to enjoy a fresh snack.

 

Then she moved to her true objective, to locate her coven sisters.

 

Aine would surely be the easiest to find, of course. Known as the Goddess of Love, she was the most sociable of all of the witches and the most likely to be immersed in mortal human society.

 

She was the most debaucherous of the sisters and lived up to her name.

 

Aqualisha located the first mortal human settlement. She circled overhead for a while on a reconnaissance, gauging the threat levels. She tended to avoid areas where there were a significant number of people bearing arms. It just wasn't worth the risk.

 

In human form Aqualisha was an incredibly attractive dark- haired woman, stunning to look at, and highly tempting to mortals. Over the generations she had lost count the number of times she had been forced to defend herself and shrink down potential sexual predators.

 

She had always got the better of them, apart from one of the first times in Ancient Greece, where Ember had rescued her. Nevertheless, when she did succeed in preventing her sexual assault it was still an unpleasant experience made more worrying by men and thugs who bore arms.

 

So, she always did a reconnaissance of any human settlement first and then flew to the outskirts and dropping down into the treeline.

 

She always found a good branch to land on, wait for a few moments of quiet and ensuring there were no witnesses, then she had to patiently wait for someone to pass by. She needed their clothes. It usually turned too many heads walking into town naked.

 

She had done that once when she had been young and stubborn and it had led to her, quite rightly, being accused of being a witch and a she-demon (the latter of which wasn't so fair).

 

Thankfully she didn't have to wait too long. She could hear two women speaking as they wandered through the woodland.

 

Aqualisha enjoyed watching them through her bird's-eye. Her eyesight was so sharp in this avian form, as was her hearing. She actually felt quite clumsy in human form, stumbling about, almost feeling deaf and blind.

 

She could hear every word very clearly.

 

The women were talking about the goings on in the village. They noted that a Knight had ridden through a few days ago and it was the talk of the community.

 

The women stopped and one of them said that here was a good spot.

 

Aqualisha hopped between some branches silently to get a better vantage point.

 

The two women were crouching and picking mushrooms from the woodland floor and popping them into baskets that they carried.

 

Aqualisha watched them intently. She cocked her bird head to the side; studying them, waiting for the correct moment.

 

Her yellow eyes flickered. Thin flaps of skin glazed over and refreshed her razor focused eyes.

 

Her talons clung to the branch that she was perched on. She was getting impatient and was feeling cocky today. She had been trapped without any enjoyment or freedom for too long.

 

She felt like doing something that Ember would very much not applaud.

 

Aqualisha lowered her bird head, her slender form narrowed, her wings were angled and muscles bunched and primed and she dropped from the branch and swooped down towards the women.

 

The bird of prey glided towards the women who were focused on the ground looking for mushrooms.

 

"Winzig!" Aqualisha cried out as she glided like an arrow.

 

One of the women screamed out in shock, but rapidly shrank down to the size of a mouse, a perfect size for the bird of prey to swoop down on and catch in her talons.

 

Aqualisha reached down with both claw feet, she saw almost in slow motion the terrified look of the tiny naked woman as the dark shape of the terrifying giant bird of prey approached.

 

The woman turned and started to run but was caught painfully by the claws of the predatory bird.

 

Aqualisha noticed the legs of the normal sized woman as she swooped past to pick her tiny companion up.

 

She felt her fear and shock filling up her Life Force Well, as was the tiny struggling captive in her talons.

 

Aqualisha didn't land there on the ground, she snapped out with her talons, grabbed her prey, continuing her forward momentum and arced straight up into the air, flapping her wings very hard and flew back into the canopy.

 

"Harriet!" The normal sized woman screamed out. "Where are you?" She looked around in terror. "Demon!" She screamed out. "Satan!" She cried. "Be gone with you, give me my friend back and be gone!" She screamed out, backing away from the horror scene of what had occurred.

 

She didn't really know or understand what had just happened. Her friend had seemingly disappeared, but she could have sworn she saw a tiny creature in her place, which the bird had snatched up and flown off with.

 

She turned around, looking in every direction. Waiting for a spirit, a demon, or some kind of a horned satanic creature to spring out and grab her.

 

What had she seen? What was this apparition of hell? Her panic addled mind recalled an image, a bird. A dark bird. Did it have horns? That was how she pictured evil that was how the stories were told. Yes, it had horns. It was a satanic bird. It had sprung up from hell and taken her friend.

 

There was a snap of wood behind her and she spun round. Her lungs were burning in fear. Her heart was thumping. She was panting.

 

Her eyes were wide, looking for the threat.

 

She swung round, spinning, looking from tree to tree.

 

The very bark of the trees seemed threatening. The branches and bowers of the trees seemed to droop and frown at her. The whole woodland seemed hostile.

 

But she just saw fallen leaves, trees, mushrooms…

 

Some movement to the left.

 

She spun round.

 

"Stay back!" It was a moving branch in the breeze.

 

She backed up further.

 

Then she bumped into something hard with creases in it.

 

She screamed and struck out. Smacking her hands against the solid bark of an oak tree.

 

She stumbled backwards and tripped over the exposed roots of the tree. Falling backwards onto her backside.

 

She scrambled along the leaves, rustling as she went.

 

Her hand gripped around a stick and she hoisted it up, she brought herself to her feet.

 

She spun round shaking in fear, using the stick like a sword to ward off evil.

 

That was when a light- coloured thing came into view and she came face to face with… the demon.

 

Her heart turned to ice.

 

The creature didn't have horns.

 

But it was truly satanic in form.

 

She watched in ice cold terror as the bird like form landed nearby to her in the clearing.

 

Impossibly the featherlike appearance of the bird transformed into skin, the beak softened and transformed into a nose, mouth and jaw, the piercing dark pools of black eyes changed into human eye form and the smaller body enlarged into a human like form. It was an ugly transformation, but it was shocking to behold what remained at the end.

 

The bird had finally transformed into a beautiful naked woman with long dark hair, and it seemed to occur only over a matter of seconds.

 

It was so absolute that one would wonder if their eyes had fooled them.

 

The dark- haired woman was crouching and then slowly stood upwards until she stood fully erect, displaying her completely naked chest and body, her piercing eyes looking towards the confused woman.

 

Her face was very serious and focused, but as she made eye contact and felt the fear in the other woman her serious face turned into a terrifyingly beaming and wicked smile.

 

"Hello my little snack," the demon said, baring her white teeth in the process.

 

*

 

Sir Robert was a drunk.

 

He was a drunk, a misogynist, a thief, a blagger, a bragger, and a ruffian. In modern terms he would have been defined no less as a thug.

 

He had very few knightly virtues, in fact.

 

However, he did have a few vague attributes that could be associated with a knight. He had a sword, a motley uniform and helm, and he was normally up for a fight. That was about it. Sometimes those attributes helped people, when he could step into a fight and give someone a good thumping, sometimes he inadvertently rescued people. Oftentimes he did not. He was not always the best, or indeed bothered in identifying the victim of a fight. He normally decided who was the most virtuous to fight and went at them.

 

He was standing facing an oak tree in the woodland, having a piss against the side of the tree. He leaned heavily against the tree pressing one of his hands against it.

 

He swayed from side to side, humming to himself, watching the steam rise from his urine in the cool morning air.

 

He didn't notice that some of his mud- stained tunic swung into the stream of his piss and got soaked with it.

 

Nobody would notice his smell.

 

This village was a shit hole just like most of them that he passed through. He mused.

 

They were all full of dirty, rat and flea infested peasants, who smelled worse than a horse’s arse, in his humble opinion.

 

In fact, he concluded, he probably smelt distinctly rosy compared to them. The fact that he had bathed a week ago, was indeed most hygienic.

 

A scream caused his drunken head to snap upwards in the perceived direction.

 

He looked about and searched for the source, all he could see was trees and woodland around him.

 

He quickly finished his stream of urine, shook his cock, and glanced at his camp that he had made outside the village. He had camped outside the village, not lodged there, mostly because he wasn't satisfied that anywhere had suitable bed and board. It was, of course, nothing due to his apparent lack of coin.

 

He could dismantle his camp later. He glanced to see his steed was still lashed firmly to a tree. 

 

He picked up his sword and helm and staggered in the direction of the noise. His tunic swaying as he staggered wildly from side to side.

Aqualisha examined her victim. The woman was quivering, holding a stick out in front of her like a sword. She was crabbing sideways, trying to work a way to get round her and run.

 

"That won't protect you, my dear," Aqualisha purred slowly, then she started to very slowly pace around the woman, circling her, like a predatory animal.

 

"Stay back!" The woman snapped. Her hands shaking. "Demon, devil!" She spat. "I am of God. God will protect me!"

 

"Of God?" Aqualisha chuckled heartily. "I love that… which God? Pray tell me woman… which God do you follow? Which supposedly protects you? I've heard of so many gods through the ages, I must admit I've lost track of the latest fashion…"

 

The woman looked confused. What did this demon mean? What Gods? There was only one god?

 

"God… as in… The God… The Creator… The All Seeing…"

 

"Oh…" Aqualisha tutted and shook her head as if disappointed. "You truly are fucked then… I hate to tell you… but…" she pursed her lips and shrugged. "I don't think he or she is coming to help you… at least I've never seen any evidence of a god stepping in for a lowly human. Not for little worms like you, at least." She lifted a foot and very carefully and slowly stepped forwards one step. Pressing her big toe down first, like a preying cat.

 

"Stay back!"

 

"You see," the demon woman continued, "you're like bugs and worms to even people like us, us immortals… what do you think you're like to someone like, say a God?" She chuckled wickedly.

 

"To be honest you should be on your knees praying to me, as your god…"

 

The woman shook her head in terror.

 

"Where's Harriet?" She asked determinedly.

 

Aqualisha cocked her head questioningly.

 

"My friend, Harriet?"

 

Aqualisha nodded.

 

She lifted her hand to her mouth and picked at her teeth with a long and beautiful fingernail.

 

"Hmm… well, she was… tasty…" her hand slowly slid down her throat, between her naked breasts and rested over her stomach.

 

The woman watched this in pure terror.

 

"No… no you couldn't…" she shook her head in disbelief.

 

"Oh yes," Aqualisha felt the fear of the woman pouring into her Life Force Well, she was topped up fully now. She felt more complete than she had for years. "You'll see… Winzig!"

 

The woman shrieked as the impossible happened to her.

 

The world around her seemed to transform in size. Everything grew taller. The tree canopy above looked further away than before, the naked woman got taller and taller and the perspective was from a lower angle; all in a matter of seconds.

 

The woman felt her clothes folding over her. She felt smothered by her own clothes. They grew heavy and weighed on her.

 

She shook convulsively to free herself, but was even more shocked when her clothes slid down her body and she emerged through the neck hole of her garment… completely naked.

 

She shivered and clutched her arms to her naked body and looked around in panic.

 

The strange demon woman was standing a few metres away from her but was absolutely huge now and towered above her.

 

She shook in terror. How was everything suddenly so big?

 

She looked around in shock and then screamed as she glanced in her foreground and saw a huge dark red centipede creeping and crawling in and out of some dead leaves on the ground close to her.

 

She quivered at the sight of the horrible antennae twitching from here to there and the spasmodic movement of the large body. It looked like the length of one of her legs. Utterly disgusted, she backed away from the centipede.

 

She heard her feet crackling on the bed of dead leaves, each leaf was getting bigger and bigger, until she was standing in the middle of one of them leaves and it was bigger than her.

 

"No… no this isn't possible…" she dropped to her knees and sobbed. She had been cursed by this demon for some reason. "Why have you done this demon?" She demanded. Shouting upwards.

 

"Because you two looked so tasty," the naked giantess smiled wickedly, and more concerning she looked hungry. "Also, I needed some clothes and you are the perfect size for me, you see I can't bring clothes with me when I transform," she shrugged.

 

"No… you're wicked…"

 

"Not wicked. How can I be wicked? I am immortal. You are mere mortals. You are like bugs to us; your existence is a moment in time. There is such a multitude of you, and so few of us. We…" the giantess took a huge footstep forward. Her bare- naked foot crunched down noisily on the leaves. It sounded like something crunching through and snapping tree branches, to the tiny woman. "We are the apex predators…."

 

The woman was breathing quickly in fear and panic.

 

"To your tiny uneducated mind," another huge foot lifted up into the air and sailed closer and slammed down to the ground. Causing a cacophony of crunching noises as the foot pressed down on the dried fallen leaves. "That means, that we are at the top of the food chain, you serve our purposes. We dictate the terms," the giantesses piercing eyes stared down at the tiny woman who shook in fear.

 

She looked up the giant body, the curves of her body, she was toned and muscular in an attractive way. Her thighs curved in at her hips. She had a neat pubic region. Immaculate.

 

Her breasts were round and pert. The giantesses skin looked milky smooth. She didn't look weather, sleep and work worn, like normal people did.

 

The giantess was beautiful, impossibly beautiful, unnaturally beautiful. She must be satanic. She must be a hell demon.

 

She couldn't possibly be angelic.

 

The fact that she had said she was immortal gave it away. She must be the embodiment of evil. The church had said that everything that is said by evil is a lie. It is a temptation towards evil that must be resisted.

 

But she was tiny. How could she possibly resist such a giant hell beast as this?

 

She looked around for escape. She had to run away and escape this demon.

 

"Don't bother trying to run," the giantess boomed disinterestedly. "Nobody has ever escaped me, I can transform into a bird, did you forget?"

 

There was another loud crunch very close by.

 

The woman looked back to see a giant bare foot crunch down right in front of her.

 

 

Warning this story contains: Giantess witch, fantasy fiction, Shrunken Man, Shrunken Women, giantess, kidnap, giant woman lick, soft vore, naked giantess, chase, hard vore, human to animal transformation, handheld, taunting

 

The toes were huge. She could smell the odour of the woman. It was a relatively sweet and clean smell. Impossible for a foot. How could this be?

 

The toenails were huge.

 

She panicked. Was she about to be trodden on? Was this giant demon about to suck up her soul? What had happened to her friend? She had disappeared. The she-demon had said that she had tasted good… tasted…

 

The tiny woman suddenly screamed as the giantess bent forwards. Her giant breasts dangled towards her as a huge outstretched hand lowered downwards.

 

The long fingernails of the giant slender fingers reached outwards towards her.

 

The woman tried to run but she only managed to jump to another leaf before she was caught in the warm embrace of the giant hand, betwixt the giantess' fingers.

 

She bellowed and beat at the giant villainous fingers. She thumped and thumped. But the fingers and grip were solid and impossible to break.

 

She bit at the skin but it did nothing. The skin was too tough for her teeth to break through.

 

Her stomach churned as she was lifted upwards at a tremendous rate, within a second she was hundreds of metres in the air. She found herself, looking in terror, directly towards the giant beautiful face of her captor.

 

"There you are, little morsel," the giantess boomed.

 

The tiny woman screamed in shock at the menace and booming volume of the voice.

 

"Shame I don't have time to mix you with some nut and berries," the giantess said with a snicker. Her huge lips curled into a smile displaying her huge predatory teeth.

 

"Don't eat me, please!" The woman screamed.

 

"Don't move, she-devil!" A male voice cracked from nearby.

 

The giant head that had been looking at her hungrily turned to look upwards at the source of the male voice.

 

The tiny woman also turned to see, straining in the clenched fist of the giant hand.

 

"I'm saved!" She cheered. She saw a Knight, a dishevelled looking knight to be true, but to her, in that moment he looked heroic.

 

"Don't move a muscle, she-devil, un-spell that poor woman, I saw what evil you committed!" The man dressed as an unkempt continued. "God is my witness!"

 

"What, this little pitiful thing?" The giantess lifted the tiny wriggling woman in the air. "You would throw down your life for this pitiful peasant?"

 

The knight nodded slowly. He was bristling for a fight with a witch or a demon, it would bring him coin and riches. His stories would be told throughout the realm. He would be anointed as a true knight of the realm, protector, missionary, hero!

 

"I am an experienced Knight. Your hellish powers are no use on me. My sword has been blessed, and I am pure of heart," Sir Robert informed Aqualisha. He believed his statement to be convincing.